Quoth The Raven, "nevermore.

In The Heaven's Above, The Angels, Whispering To One Another, Can Find, Among Their Burning Terms Of Love, None So Devotional As That Of 'mother.

But Evil Things, In Robes Of Sorrow, Assailed The Monarch's High Estate; (ah, Let Us Mourn, For Never Morrow Shall Dawn Upon Him Desolate!) And Round About His Home The Glory That Blushed And Bloomed, Is But A Dim-remembered Story Of The Old Time Entombed.

...the Agony Of My Soul Found Vent In One Loud, Long And Final Scream Of Despair.

Man Is An Animal That Diddles, And There Is No Animal That Diddles But Man.

Believe Only Half Of What You See And Nothing That You Hear.